The more he fucked me the wetter my ass got and the easier it was for him to penetrate me. I could feel the heat from his cock inside me. It was so ho... it felt comforting. I could also feel his cock flicker and throb when he pushed it real deep and kept it there for a moment. I could feel myself breathing heavier and pushing my ass up so he could take it better. I thought he would get more romantic and less aggressive but just the opposite occurred. The more I began to enjoy his cock inside me. The cleavage between the lean slabs of beef deepened. Flanks of meat onRyan's back began to grow and push his arms out from his sides.Ryan exhaled the air and relaxed. He reached down and tore the tucked strapfrom his body. His triceps bulged as the fabric gave way. His cock wasstill at 110% erection. Ryan moved close to me, his quads touching the sideof the bed. His muscular, sweaty body towered over me, and his meaty cocknearly met my face. I leaned up slightly and began to kiss it and. ” She said. I turned to see Paul looking at both of us. I then watched as Leanne got on her knees in front of me. She reached up to jack my cock and she sued her free hand on my naked balls. “Your so big, even your fucking balls are big Buck.” She gagged as I jammed the tip of my hard cock into her hot mouth. She just kept sucking and bobbing her head up and down on my cock. She could only get maybe half inside her eager mouth. I reached down to pull her hair back and wipe her face with. I could really blame the guy sitting next to me on the bus. He was an average looking guy, but he had a big smile. He stuck out his hand and said, “Riley Fox!”“Graham Reaper.”“Where you from, Graham?”“Matucket, Georgia.”“Where’s that?”“We’re about an hour west of Atlanta. You?”“Knoxville, Tennessee. So, you’re a Georgia cracker,” he said.I shrugged. It wasn’t like it was the first time I had heard the phrase. “And you’re a Tennessee hillbilly.”The fellow in front, a Hispanic-looking guy, turned.